At the outskirts of a mall parking lot someplace sits a lonely old pick up truck. The bed is full with a tarp covering the stuff in the bed. The roar of motorcycles and clown noses is heard echoing around the area as a stream of nearly twenty motorcycles comes down the little road that goes around the mall. They circle the truck, being real obvious what they’re there for. Gabriel Tuck pulls alongside the truck while the others continue doing circles around the truck and generally are being annoying. Sticky the Clown stops alongside Tuck, watching as Gabriel takes his phone out.
Tuck: This is the gps coordinates and so this must be the truck.
Sticky nods, getting off his motorcycle, and peering underneath the tarp.
Sticky: Looks like everything is here, boss.
Gabriel looks around him at the clowns laughing like maniacs, honking their noses to one another in their own language, and driving their motorcycles in circles around the truck.
Tuck: For fuck’s sake, can you fuckers not wave a red flag for us? What if mall security comes along?
Sticky: Then they’ll see a group of clowns around an old truck. Suspicious even if they were quiet.
Gabriel just shrugs and lights up a cigarette, getting off of the motorcycle as well. He opens the truck driver’s side door and sits inside. He pulls down the sun visor for a key to drop into his lap.
Tuck: Where’s Clyde? We had him leave his bike behind at the campsite just for this reason.
Another motorcycle pulls up, this time with a passenger. Clyde. He gets off of the motorcycle and exchanges places with Gabriel in the driver’s seat. Clyde starts the truck up with a loud vroom as it declares its presence to the world.
Sticky: We could open crates up and double check the count.
Gabriel rolls his eyes.
Tuck: Check ‘em at the campsite when we give the guns out. We are trying to stay below the radar right now. Remember?
Sticky: Heh. Yeah. So we should go then?
Tuck: No. It’s too late.
Gabriel points across the parking lot where a car that says mall security is on the way toward them.
Sticky: I see. Jammer?
Tuck: Jammer.
Sticky takes a small object out of a saddlebag on his motorcycle and turns it on. He sees it light up right away and grins.
Sticky: He’s calling 911 already.
Tuck: Let me.
Sticky hands Gabriel the device and an earpiece that Gabriel puts in.
Tuck: 911 what is your emergency?
Guard: This is Steve Merrick, security guard at the Eastlands Mall. I have a gang of motorcycle riding clowns around an old truck. I think they’re up to no good.
Tuck: What do you want me to do about it? Ask them what they’re doing at this time of night maybe?
Guard: I’m asking for back up in case things become violent.
Tuck: Fine. I’ll have back up coming right away. Ask them the fuck they doing.
Guard: Operator?
Tuck: Are you going to ask them or jaw at me all night?
Guard: Right.
The car comes the direction of Gabriel and the gathered clowns, stopping not far away. The clowns stop riding around the truck and stay put to watch.
Guard: The mall is closed. You shouldn’t be out here.
Tuck: Come on, Steve. Cut us some slack. Clyde left his truck here and we’re just picking it up.
Guard: How do you know my name? Aren’t you Gabriel Tuck from that Outlaw Wrestling thing?
Tuck: That is my name and yes I am from that wrestling company. Your name? It’s on your name tag?
Gabriel points out the guard’s name tag. He looks down at it and chuckles.
Guard: So it is. You’re facing Al Envy coming up. He’s a famous star. Have you fought him before?
Gabriel lights up a fresh cigarette and blows smoke into the air.
Tuck: Nah. He’s wrestled in big time companies. Most of my rasslin’ has been bush league. Thus the former world title reign.
Guard: So you’re going to serve as feeder fish to Al Envy then. Understandable.
Gabriel looks from the guard to Sticky and back again.
Tuck: You misunderstand me. I’m going to kick his ass.
Guard: But you’re not a good wrestler. Can you even count the number of wrestling moves you know on both hands? Don’t think I hadn’t seen you in XCW.
Gabriel Tuck blinks with his jaw hanging open in shock. Sticky laughs and slaps his knee.
Sticky: Boy, he got you pegged!
Tuck: I...that’s totally besides the point! I’m a fighter by nature, not a wrestler. I’ll curb stomp Al Envy on the ring steps until he ain’t got no teeth fucking left! You might want to rethink who ye’re a fan of right about now since you in high fucking danger.
The guard looks around to see that the other clowns have slowly crept up to surround him, even getting between him and his car. He brings up his cell phone, looking scared.
Guard: You got that back up coming?
Gabriel obviously taps a button on the device in his hand and points to the earpiece with a grin.
Tuck: Back up? You should have thought of that shit before you pissed off a bunch of clowns.
Guard: Oh...fuck.
The guard drops his cell phone to the ground, grabbing his taser out instead. He points it at Gabriel Tuck, fear very much in his eyes.
Guard: You...you’ll let me go right now or I’ll take the lot of ya.
Gabriel calmly flicks ashes onto the ground, motioning toward Sticky.
Tuck: Taze me and he’ll shoot you.
The guard looks from Gabriel to Sticky and does not that Sticky is calmly pointing a gun at him.
Tuck: Maybe you wanna drop the tazer. Yeah?
Guard:...yeah.
The guard drops the tazer, which Gabriel picks up. He turns it over in his hand, admiring it.
Tuck: You don’t mind if I borrow this? I think I would like to use it on Al Envy if I get the chance.
Guard: Of course. You’ll let me go?
Tuck: Of course. After you take a little nap.
Gabriel fires the tazer darts into the guard’s chest, zapping him but good. He drops to the ground where he lays twitching. Gabriel presses the button to reel in the darts with a grin.
Tuck: Alright, clowns. Time to head out. Sticky, put him in the car, and then follow us to the campsite.
Clyde drives off with the truck while the other clowns begin to mount their bikes and follow. Gabriel flicks his cigarette butt away, putting the device that hijacked the guard’s cell signal away in Sticky’s saddlebag. He mounts his own motorcycle with a laugh as he watches Sticky carrying the guard to stuff him into the car.
Tuck: Don’t take too long!
Gabriel Tuck drives off after the other clowns.
